Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', happenin'?
You got to love this yere
My boys, my Hot Boys, and [unverified]
to lace this game, nigga
Do it the way we do it with E 4 0, Charlie

Look, I went from rags to riches, hoes to bad bitches
Stealin' niggaz to TV's in Expeditions
is how I play it everyday, all day
I it all the way real, I can't see it no other way

I mines, Hot Boys
Slip up my whole rides, get shot, boy
That's how it go, we straight, do or die, we checkmate holdin'
Then come yo' momma, lay down and kick in the do', nigga
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)

Let's get shit cracklin'
My probation officer's know what happened
Stay out the way I'm H O T and that action
Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin', fashion

I'm all about luxury, I'm also 'bout
(Luxury)
Puttin' 50 in yo' head, boy, if you thinkin' fuckin' me
be here fo' a minute, you gotta respect it
(What else?)
There's a lot of niggaz out here gettin' killed to it

Beyotch, and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot Boys

burn platinum on my pinkie
(Look at me)
Squattin' inch Twinkies
(Look at me)

I'm like that, like that, what?
I'm like that, it's like
(Look at me)

Charlie Hustle on it in the lane, drivin' slow
With a case of tall cans and broccoli and a bad-ass hoe
four times, gold Zenith wides and vogues
'Bout snuffin' down, right next to me is the call the frogs

Sound system on
Puffin' on the doobie grubbed, dang, it burnt in my lap
trees with the window up
(Windows up)
Traffic backed up, finger up

I associate or surround myself with C.I.'s
Confidential Informants snitches affidavits stool
Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps, I be kickin' it real
With the, P.I.'s, hustlers,

Gangsters, killers that might not even like
With trophies up under shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes
type individuals, thugged out times a thousand
Those nigguh-ish lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the clubs

Beyotch, E-40 and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot

Man, it's like neighborhood shit with a bitch
So get yo' paper straight, and go and buy some shit
inside when I ride bitch
And hide these hoes behind Limo tints

Fulfill my dreams, I'm a rich,
And when I hit yo' hood I'ma a bitch
Shine, sellin' got me buyin' shit
Dyin'? be here past ninety-nine, slick

Rewind these back to time slick
So nigga that bitch, bat that batch
Kick her in the ass and tell that hoe Hot Boy in this,
So nigga, fuck bitch, tell her suck yo' dick

Now, now, come the youngest
Wayne, you can call me
Flyin' up the interstate in a
Police right me, I'm drivin' too fast

I pull over on the grass, want my autograph
I off ki's, I get my G's
I spit my 3's if you my cheese
I'm duckin' white sheets and I avoid the
If you that you can stop us, boi, go ahead

E-40 and Hot Boys, and Hot Boys, beyotch

E-Feezy and the HB's in motherfucker, man
(The Hot Boys)
Juvenile, you about me
(Bosco)

The B.G., the one stun'na
Baby, Thirty-Two Gold, ya me?
The Bay and the U P T
We connected, nigga, you gotta it
off the heezy, what? Beyotch